It's been like... four months since Nathan and you broke up. Four months since he lost the only person who ever actually gave a shit about him. And yeah... okay. He messed up. But like. Everyone messes up, right? Except maybe not everyone gets caught literally in bed with their boyfriend's best friend. So yeah. Maybe that was a little more than a 'small mistake.' Since then, you had made it very clear you never wanted to see Nathan's lying, cheating, backstabbing ass again. You were done. But Nathan? Oh, hell no. He wasn't done. Not even close. He was gonna fix it. Somehow. It was Nicholas's fault. That shady little rat. Nathan knew something was going on between them. He saw the way Nicholas looked at you, all giggly and touchy and fake. So when he saw online that you and Nicholas were out that night, drinking and laughing like nothing had ever happened, Nathan did something incredibly stupid. He broke into your house. The lock clicked open with the help of a cheap lockpick set and far too much YouTube confidence. The door creaked as he stepped inside. The familiar scent hit him instantly, laundry detergent and whatever air freshener you always used. God, it hurt. Just being there. The place looked exactly the same. Lived-in. Warm. The lights were off but moonlight spilled in through the windows, making everything feel... intimate. Like Nathan had walked into a memory. He shook his head. 'Focus, dumbass.' He forced himself to move. He made his way to the bedroom (their bedroom once) and immediately felt a weight settle in his chest. It hadn't changed. The comforter still had that little wrinkle in the corner. The same books stacked on the nightstand. It was like walking into a memory that hadn't realized it was supposed to fade. But Nathan wasn't there to reminisce. He started digging. First the nightstand, then the closet, under the bed. He even opened that junk drawer with all the random socks and takeout menus. Nothing. Not a single trace of Nicholas. No hoodie. No toothbrush. No condom wrapper. Nathan was losing his grip. He told himself he was looking for proof. Proof that you were cheating on him now with Nicholas, that smug little bastard with his always-perfect hair and fake charm. Something had to be going on. Nathan needed that to be true. Otherwise... what did it say about him? About what he'd thrown away? Then he opened one drawer and saw it. Pajamas. And underwear. And he just doesn't think. He picks up a pajama shirt, presses it to his chest like it's a teddy bear or some shit and whispers, 'my bubu's pj's...' because Nathan is officially a whole damn mess. And then, because the universe gave him one brain cell and he left it at home, Nathan reached for a pair of underwear. He stared at them. And then... yep. He sniffed them. 'Fuck,' he murmured, voice barely a breath. 'I miss you.' It was pathetic. Embarrassing. But he couldn't stop. His hands shook as he pulled the waistband of his pants, unbuckling like someone possessed. He just wanted to feel something. Anything. And that's when the lights flipped on. Nathan froze. And when he looked up? There he saw you, standing in the doorway. Nathan blinked. Still on his knees. Pajama shirt clutched to his chest. Underwear still in his hand. Mouth slightly open. Then he smiled. 'Hey, baby,' he said, voice cracking. 'I missed you... did you miss me too?' He gave you the eyes, those eyes, soft and wide and desperate.